“Look at you,” he snarls against my throat, teeth grazing my pulse. “Wild thing pretending to be civilized until I stripped it all away.”
His hips snap against mine, the base of his cock grinding against my clit with each thrust, prolonging my release until I can barely breathe.
“Feel how fucking perfect you take me?” His words are hot against my ear, his breath coming in harsh pants. “Like your cunt was made to grip me.”
I’m whimpering now, overwhelmed, clawing at his shoulders while he consumes me. My body no longer feels like my own. It feels like it belongs to this moment, to him, to whatever dark magic exists between us.
“My perfect fucking match,” he continues, each word punctuated by a brutal thrust. “My good girl with claws and teeth, fighting me even as you come apart.”
His hand slides up to tangle in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. He bites down on the tender skin, not quite breaking it, marking me.
“Mine,” he growls against the bruise forming on my skin. “Say it. Tell me who owns this sweet cunt that’s dripping for me.”
“You.” The word tears from my throat. “You own it. You own me.”
His eyes flash with triumph, and I can’t stand it anymore. I surge forward, capturing his mouth with mine, kissing him with every ounce of desperation I’ve been drowning in. My teeth clash against his, my tongue seeking entrance, tasting myself on his lips.
“I’ve wanted you since that day on the cliff,” I confess against his mouth, the words spilling out like blood from a wound. “When you pulled me back from the edge. Something in me recognized something in you.”
His grip tightens, possessive and fierce, as if he’s afraid I might vanish.
“God, I hated hearing you were engaged to Olivia. It felt like someone had reached inside and crushed my heart.” My voicebreaks. “I told myself it was just because I didn’t want her to be with someone like you, but it was a lie. I couldn’t stand the thought of you touching her instead of me.”
In one fluid motion, he withdraws from me and carries me away from the tree to lay me on my back on the damp earth. The cool ground presses against my heated skin as he pins my wrists above my head with one large hand.
“Say it again,” he demands, knee nudging my thighs apart. “Tell me who you belong to while I fuck you into the ground.”
“You,” I gasp as he enters me again, harder this time, the new angle making me arch off the dirt. “I’m yours, Hunter.”
He growls, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine. His free hand grips my hip hard enough to bruise as he pounds into me. The force of his thrusts pushes me against the earth, grass, and soil, scratching my back.
I’m beyond caring, beyond thinking. My legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, urging him deeper. My nails rake down his arms when he releases my wrists, leaving red trails on his skin.
We’re animals now, rutting in the dirt beneath the stars, his teeth at my throat, my cries echoing through the garden.
Stars blur above me as Hunter’s pace becomes frantic, almost punishing. His movements grow more possessive with each thrust, like he’s trying to claim every inch of me. The weight of his body pins me to the earth as if he’s determined to fuse us together.
“Fuck,” he growls against my throat, his voice ragged and raw. “You feel too good. So perfect around my cock.”
I arch beneath him, meeting each savage thrust, my body no longer my own but something wild and unfamiliar. Something that belongs to him.
“I should fill you up,” he groans, his rhythm faltering. “Put a baby in you. Watch you swell with my child.”
The words shock through me like lightning, jolting me momentarily from the haze of pleasure. “I’m on birth control,” I gasp, the words tumbling out instinctively.
Hunter’s eyes lock onto mine, something ancient and possessive darkening them. His hand finds my throat, thumb pressing against my pulse as his hips slam against mine with renewed purpose.
“Not for long,” he snarls, the words vibrating against my skin. “I want to breed you, Aurora. Want to see you grow round with my child.”
The need in his voice makes me shiver. There’s no negotiation in his tone, just absolute certainty. Like my body is a territory he’s already claimed, my future is already decided.
“I want to mark you from the inside out,” he continues, each word punctuated by a brutal thrust. “Want everyone to see who you belong to. My seed. My child. Mine.”
His possessiveness should terrify me, but instead, it sends another wave of heat coursing through me. Some instinctive part of me responds to his claiming, my body tightening around him as if eager to accept what he’s offering.
His words ignite something primitive in me, something I never knew existed. Every cell in my body vibrates with need as his cock fills me, stretching me to my limits.
“You like that idea,” he growls, not a question but a statement of fact. “Your cunt just got tighter. So fucking wet thinking about me knocking you up.”
